Midnight feast

I'm ashamed to admit that I'm a midnight snacker. I don't seem to have any control whatsoever over my munchies. I wake up with an insatiable desire to eat what most normal folk would crave at 3am - plain tortillas, chocolate, biscuits, porridge, cereal, toast, powerbars (don't ask!). It was unfortunate for me that after visiting my friend Annika at the weekend, that I was sent back to York with a large jar of Jelly Beans.

It's funny, although I was in a mad eating frenzy, not too disimilar to a piranha attack on some flesh being dangled overboard. I was still compus mentis enough to pick out the flavours that I didn't like. Please see small bundle below just behind my alarm clock.



Bundle number 2. You can just make out a half eaten coffee flavoured bean at the top of the bundle. And I was lucky that I didn't mistake my ear plugs for the mango jelly variety!

Random Raah!

Gutted! I really wanted to upload some photos from my phone tonight. I've got some shots from biking in the Dales today and some shots from my trip to Scotland from the other week. Maar, I need to create yet another account to do this. So, not only am I a procrastinator, clearly I'm technically challenged as well (my g/f will love that I'm finally admitting to this!), or perhaps I'm just a regular person who just wants things to be easy. Is that too much to ask for a Sunday night blog?

Are we there yet? The weekend is just around the corner.

Bit of a stressful day. I had to stop myself, countless times, from pressing the button on my Bumblebee Transformer to try and relieve my stress. Bumblebee is fab. My Girrel sent him to me a couple of months ago. Bless her, I was opening the packaging when she was on the phone eagerly awaiting my reaction, when I noticed the sticker at the bottom of the packaging. It read (or words to the effect):

"Please note that toy doesn't actually transform. It makes noises instead."

Devastation. There was a long pregnant pause at my end of the phone. Dilemma. Do I want a Transformer that actually transforms or do I want one to really bug my workmates with? *starts to sing the theme tune* you know the one "Transformers, there's more than meets the eye. Transformers robots in disguise..." When I weighed up the odds, there was no argument. I wanted the non-transforming Transformer! I'm kinda hoping *hint* that maybe I'll get a transforming Transformer for my birthday folks. Oh, and I've also decided that which ever comes first, a pet or child, they're getting called Optimus Prime.

Anyways, so I've been a wee bit stressed, but my friend Helen popped round unexpectedly tonight for a quick cup of tea and a blether. Not long after Helen left my girrel called. It never ceases to amaze me how friends and loved ones can help put things into perspective. How sometimes they come into your life at just the right moment, just when you need them. They may not realise what they've done, but they've had an impact nonetheless. Moments like these cast away the grumpy shadows of a stressy day and make me feel thankful for the people that I have in my life.

A.M.

You have gone.
And come back,
My lamenting song
While the flavour still lasts,
It's not intense,
Not in that sort of way.
I'm more at ease now,
With each new day.

You're probably thinking, typical instant gratificationist, clearly the blog excitement has died down. Och naw, that's not the case dear reader. It's been a mad week. After coming back fae Scotland last weekend I flew out to Germany for a trade show - I'll spare you the details. I just got back yesterday. I'm in catching up mode with my online grocery shopping (which I've just done for the first time because it's taken me a full year to finally upgrade my paper clubcard to a plastic one, I feel like a proper adult now), boring domestic stuff for which I'll never get that time back and therefore resent doing it...etc, etc. You get the pic. I think I'll ask for a butler for my birthday.